Chapter 53

Miguel's pov

She gave me a light friendly pat on my shoulder

"you don't have to talk of what happened there now if you don't want to," she smiles sadly.

"I will understand if you never talk about your experiences back there; sometimes most things are better off kept as a secret."

I nodded my head; trying not to think of Mond and his reason for dying.

I don't want to go down the road of self guilt.

" I understand mom,"I  followed her as we walked into the room as she( the hostess) instructed us.

The trips are nowhere to be found since the seats are devoid of their supposed occupants.

"Are we in the right place?" I  can't help but ask my mom; this exactly is like the cheesy start of a horror movie.

An empty eatery with a creepy smiling lady ( her smile isn't all that creepy as it's annoying; am just trying to justify my thoughts), an empty room with fine sceneries.

"I think we're in the right place,"mom  smiled "we  may have arrived  earlier than they envisioned."

Looking around the room she smiled  " look around and check if anything catches your interest; I know you're fond of over thinking things when your mind is ideal." 

" You know me too well woman; it's creepy thinking about it like that," I pouted " you're not supposed to tell me how well you know mother ( I rarely call her that)."

She laughs " am your mother, am I not?" 

This place is more cozy than the downstairs; the red chairs are kept two at a place, a sweet fragrance emenating from the flowers in the vase, pictures of smiling couples, some with children others with each other was hung at strategic places.

I was equally shocked when I saw a picture of two guys almost kissing on the walls; this place isn't homophobic at all.

The thoughts made me envision myself sitting together with the trips in a place as cozy as this with them feeding me from their plate; the image I made caused me to blush.

Get a grip on yourself Miguel.

I cautioned myself.

I don't want my hopes to get up just to be dashed like the last time.

I tried to tell my stupid heart and butterfly filled stomach of what happened last night, but it's seems they're in collaboration with my brain.

"A penny for your thoughts,"Daniel  whispered in my ears, his breathe fanning me, causing goosebumps to materialize ( mind you it was the erotic type not the fear own).

If not for the presence of my mom I don't know what I would have done.

I turned to face him, a gasp leaving my mouth before I can stop it at the sight of the breathtaking males( his brothers are behind him, each wearing the same goofy smile as the other).

"I take it you like what you see," he  winked before walking over to my mom " thanks for honoring out invitation ma'am," he bowed like a gentleman ( one I know he isn't).

Mom blushes "you don't have to call me ma'am; you've earned the right to call me mom," she smiles.

Mom?

Is she shitting me?

Daniel's smile brightened the more at her words" thanks for the privilege given to us mom."

"You look hot in our clothes,"  Donald murmured in my ears; he let out a purr that made my toes curl; a purr I know isn't all that accidental "you will even look hotter without them."

My heart beat accelerated, my face hotter than hell fire and redder than a tomato.

How can he say something like that in the presence of my mom nonetheless?

Have they forgotten about earlier when they not so gently shoved( they asked me out I know, but it's still the same as shoving me out based on the way they were acting then) me out of the room I slept in with them?

"Let's have a seat,"Damien  motioned for us to precede before him but not before he not so accidentally brushed his hands on my lower back.

Looking up sharply at him I was met him with the always present goofy grin on his face; that look on his face alone made me know there wasn't anything accidental with his hands brushing over my lower back; his actions were intentional.

I sat in the middle of both Damien and Donald while Daniel and my mom sat across from us; Daniel despite being far had his legs tangled with mine.

No matter how many times I tried to remove my legs,he still wasn't lenient on releasing them.

Since I can't speak up with my mom present like he knows; all I had to do is sit as still as a statue without making a move of my legs.

Damien was holding my left hand while Donald was holding my right; it's as if the three have made a claim of my body.

The thought sat really well with me, but I can't help thinking on their earlier behavior.

Why are they acting like everything is okay as if nothing of the sort that happened last night really happened?

The three of them have goofy smiles on their faces as if sharing a secret no one else is privy to.

"Thank you once again for bringing my son back to us,"  Mom smiled at the three of them "I doubted your capabilities on the day you promised to bring him back to me; now I know I shouldn't have doubted you all when you said those words if promise." she paused to get her breathe.

" Bianca really helped in calming my nerves; she's the type of girl any mother will love to have was a daughter-in-law."

Her words made the trip's faces cloud in anger; I don't know why, but it seems they don't like her classification of Bianca.

Donald smiled albeit false "are we not considered good sons-in-laws by any mother?"  he asked with clenched teeth; his grip on my hand tightening.